Stricken by the cruelty of her fate, she fell back against the stones and gave up to grief.
Nothing was left but fierce pain.

The youth and vitality and intensity of her then locked arms with anguish and torment and a cheated, unsatisfied love.

Strength of mind and body involuntarily resisted the ravages of this catastrophe.

Will power seemed nothing, but the flesh of her, that medium of exquisite sensation, so full of life, so prone to joy, refused to surrender.

The part of her that felt fought terribly for its heritage.
All night long Carley lay there.